56 THE FORESTERS. 



One humble dwelling e'en without a name, 



Do thou, blest Spirit ! be my partner there, 



With sons of wo our little all to share; 



D v-ide our fire the pilgrim's look to see, 



That swim in moisture as he thinks on thee; 



To hear hi.s tales of wild woods wandering through ; 



His ardent blessings as he bids adieu ; 



Then let the selfish hug their gold ill vine, 



Ten thousand dearer pleasures shall be mine. 



The morning fogs that o'er the country lay, 

 Dispersing, promised a delighful day, 

 Clear, warm, serene; the sun's resplendent beams, 

 Plays on the rocks, and from the river gleams, 

 The cheerful robins (21) chattering round us fly, 

 And crested wood-cocks (22) hammer from on high. 

 Poor Duncan's sober looks, and glistening eye, 

 His broken sentences, and half-fetchM sigh, 

 His freeqnent backward gaze, and anxious mien, 

 While Susan's sheltered cottage could be seen, 

 Betrayed the thoughts that hovered through his breast, 

 The fruitful source of many a rallying jest; 

 At length his sonj the echoing forest hailed, 

 And laughing Comus over Love prevailed. 



By Susquehanna's shores we journey on, 

 Hemmed in by mountains over mountains thrown, 

 Whose vast declivities rich scenes display 

 Of green pines mixed with yellow foliage gay ; 

 Each gradual winding opening to the sight 

 New towering heaps of more majestic height, 



